Lilith Grimoirie

I wrote this in the summer of 2018. My car had broken down and I didn't have the money or much inclination to fix it, so I would walk home after work in the late evening writing in a tiny dime store notebook and occasionally walking into light poles.

I thought it was pretty intense and sent it to a feminist magazine, but apparently they weren't into... um. Well. You'll have to figure out why you think they didn't like it yourself.